What Kind of Dreams

Falling. Smashing.

The child was reluctant, obstructive, rudely derogated the rules of night-time. In return, the mothers smile crusted over; her anticipating face raged with love, with tenderness, with necessity.

Hold back desperation: “Shall I read you a story?” Yes, a boring story, a story to bore your little eyes closed and your little head droopy and your little snores out.

All children learn to say no and this one was a champion already. Still gentle and formless it was not quite male, not quite female. It was androgynous, sexless, precocious with the possibilities of a gender unslated -- as if pigeon-holes could be sated at a later date. A choice depending on pointing out a celebrity from a picture in a magazine, and saying: ‘that one’.

“I don’t want to be in bed.”

This was said from bed, defiant, huddled and muddled within the pastry of the sheets and wriggling like a still-living filling. Four-and-twenty blackbirds, all singing.

Isn’t this a pretty dish thought mother.

“But bed is good,” she reasoned, “bed is a fine fine thing to be in.” She eyed it herself, covetously, the crispness of the linen holding the warm buttered biscuit smell of a child’s hair.

“Bed isn’t good. It’s lonely.”

Yes, lonely, sang the mother to herself, alone to be with myself only. Swaying with sleeplessness, mother’s voice burst with secrets.

“Bed is good. It is. It is where you were made.”

And you, child, are a good thing. Making you was good. Therefore beds are good.

Mother blinked dreamily, lies rushing unbidden to fill the gap between a child's world and the truth; the question came immediately.

“Have you ever seen someone making a pot out of clay?” she asked in response. Her arms raised in front of the child’s face. “Have you ever seen the clay sculpted, squeezed?” Then she lowered them. “And this was the oven. This is where you were baked.”

She wondered what kind of dreams these lies would bring, dreams of whispered fertility, Freudian dreams of plumbers removing bottoms and widdlers. Dreams of children baked out of clay and, rocked from the cradle; falling, smashing.

Author's Note

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The phrasing is very nice, and I do like the final image - it's concise, but practical and it works with the rest of the piece. My concern is describing the mothers face like a moon and hair like a sunset. It's just a very familiar trope, and loses power for that reason.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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5 Years Ago

Agreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of pow.. read moreAgreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of power. Finally, I though it a nice childish touch.

So, there are reasons for it being weak and crappy. (Which is what I tell people about all my weak and crappy writing!).

Posted 4 Years Ago

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4 Years Ago

I'm a teacher. Children learn what boring is from a very young age (it's not being able to play with.. read moreI'm a teacher. Children learn what boring is from a very young age (it's not being able to play with your smartphone).

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5 Years Ago

there is an edge, nails screeching on a blackboard when mum says you were made in a bed, it seems so.. read morethere is an edge, nails screeching on a blackboard when mum says you were made in a bed, it seems so incongruous with the age of the child, that is when the true reflection of the scene seems to shine through

and when you think about motherhood, take me for example, i have failed at my most important mission three times so far, i cannot say i was a successful mother. I've barely survived the last year. My brood will never look back on their childhoods as adults and say 'i had a great mom'. We work all day and have to deal with these short, stubborn people when we are tired and alone. It is so easy to cross those lines into inappropriate.

5 Years Ago

I think all responsibility must slide into incongruity some of the time. Who can attempt to both con.. read moreI think all responsibility must slide into incongruity some of the time. Who can attempt to both control themselves and also others and always be successful?

5 Years Ago

I will read some at lunch today. Don't know what to call what I write other than a hot mess. Thanks .. read moreI will read some at lunch today. Don't know what to call what I write other than a hot mess. Thanks for the links!

5 Years Ago

"Hot mess"? Sounds like a decent kedgeree. I'll definitely be taking a look.

what kind of dreams: a semi-conscious ramble perhaps? forgive me if I don't fully fathom...there is a bbc radio 4 /3 quality to this prose, fascinating the multiple thoughts that enter this woman's mind while she maintains her mothering responsibilites.....will have to return and read others soon, thanx

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5 Years Ago

I have to say, what I enjoyed most was the line "A choice depending on pointing out a celebrity from a picture in a magazine, and saying: ‘that one’." I say this because this poem could have been written for any number of time periods, but this gave the reader immediate context into present society and it's over emphasis on the importance of fake 'beauty'. Additionally, I enjoyed the entire segment that that line was in as well for it's ability to really highly the androgynous quality of little children that is so easily overlooked by the parents in their attempt to thrust their notions of masculinity or femininity onto the children.

I felt as thought the mother blurting out that the child was made in the bed felt a tad forced and unnatural, but I do think it went well with the overall point / message of the piece.

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5 Years Ago

I apologise for not having commented on your excellent review earlier! I was probably so pleased by .. read moreI apologise for not having commented on your excellent review earlier! I was probably so pleased by your reading of it I simply forgot to do so. There is indeed a dark underbelly of the sexualisation of children being raised here, and I am glad you were sensitive to it.

I agree with your criticism that the mother blurts it out a bit unnaturally. I guess she's just that tired her brain isn't working properly.

I think this is very good, full of original thoughts, based on a fine idea, with a rich, unusual language, I really like bottoms and widdlers. The theme is great too, a look at phony descriptions of sexuality that we force on children. Just one small point, I would delete the last phrase of the second line, which is more or less a repeat, but apart from that this is a fine write.

Posted 5 Years Ago

0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The phrasing is very nice, and I do like the final image - it's concise, but practical and it works with the rest of the piece. My concern is describing the mothers face like a moon and hair like a sunset. It's just a very familiar trope, and loses power for that reason.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Rating /100

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

5 Years Ago

Agreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of pow.. read moreAgreed. However, I wanted the imagery to conspire in her sleepiness, unguardedness, and lack of power. Finally, I though it a nice childish touch.

So, there are reasons for it being weak and crappy. (Which is what I tell people about all my weak and crappy writing!).

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